THIS IS A POEM ABOUT VIVISECTIONS AND SHARP BLADES AND MY BALLS 12.2.17

12.2.17

what’s taking place between
us is less a relationship, more
a vivisection, you the surgeon
brandishing a blade, incising
from my neck to my balls,
claiming ownership of all
my important parts.
all of this,
what’s working
anyway,
is yours.

 


Written at 1:39 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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